February 27, 2012 by witkrans

Pappa pig, Boldrick
We have a standing arrangement with our neighbors where we keep, Boldrick the boy pig and our neighbors have the girl pig – get it? So Boldrick goes to visit every so often to do you know what and then we get one of his off-spring which goes directly to the butcher and comes back just like you would buy pork chops from the shops. The idea is that we don’t get to know the pig/ talk to the pig or bond with the pig in any way. We get food from Coffee on the Rocks – if you have been there, you will know just how well our pigs eat from the left-overs from this restaurant. Once a week, wife gets to go and pick up a huge black bucket and get covered in slop – the pigs love it and we feel that at least we know our pigs have had a wonderful life, free ranging above the vineyards and eating really good food (how many of you can say that about the meat you eat?)
We recently got another one of Boldricks off-spring and it was put in the pig area with Boldrick not to be looked at and the children were told in no uncertain terms NOT to give this pig a name. Matthew is now old enough to understand where meat comes from, but Emma will become a vegetarian if she knows at this stage, so as far as she is concerned, the pig is here on holiday for some time.
In Matthews class they are reading ‘Charlotte’s Web’ where the little cute runt, Wilbur becomes a family pet and saved from being eaten. So Matthew puts his hand up during the reading session at school and promptly announces that ‘we have a pig we are going to eat in two months time’ – once the teacher had recovered from her shock she asked if we could bring the pig into the class as most of the children had never seen a pig, I was begged – and being a Privett I struggle to say No to anyone!
So I took ‘no name brand’ into school today for show and tell and all the children came up and stroked her and then the teacher very ‘kindly’ let them ask me questions
Of course the first question is by a Grade 3 girl who glares me in the eye and says ‘Why are you going to murder this cute piggie?’ So I explain, (or more like fumble) that we like bacon and pork chops blah blah and get asked many other interesting questions and as I leave with ‘no name brand’ they all shout ‘Goodbye Wilbur!’ ………………………………………… So now pig is named and I have bonded with the cute fellow as I held him…………….what useless farmers we are!